I hold myself away from the adventure of life. It is a roller coaster. I am poised at the drop. Here I am at my highest height gazing at maybe the lowest low. I resist the ride, hold my breath, squeeze my eyes shut. I will drop anyway. I will fall. And I will click my way back up, dragging and dragged back to the tippiest top. There, I will see how far there is to fall again. And, again, I will look at the peaks pointing like so many fingers. Every Hell is another promised trip to Heaven. Every fall is a new chance to climb. And every climb, there is me, scaling that mountain. Strong, strong, stronger.
Fall is the season of my creativity. I will return soon.